posted on Nov, 26 2008 @ 02:48 PM
The other night as I lay to go to sleep, a long whisper near my ear, said, "dooooon't tellllllll". I don't just hear odd things. Though I have on
rare occassion before. Never anything like this.
I thought "tell what?" (of what of anything should I not tell). It didn't really scare me. I thought I should be afraid. I felt calm-though. The
voice was what I'd term demonic.
I recieved apiphany the other night as I composed a letter. I can't explain the form said apiphany came in, well, I can, it was an audible sound from
my stomach: as it relates to the in-house 'unknown' experience of the previous night-in which I felt that an unseen force was using forcepts to open
my belly button, insert a large syringe and spray something in.
(um, yeah, don't know what to think of that)--maybe I'm hungry? Overactive imagination if you ask me. Too much milk or something. Yet, that was what
my mind was envisioning as I lay there with it.
But when I cleared the sentence I was writing out, I felt the issue cleared.
My air conditioner turned itself off.
My television turned itself off.
The kitchen light fell out from it's socket (thankfully when I was not in the room or even home)--meaning the screws had to back themselves out-or
someone came in while I was away. (I like the later)
And just now, "CLICK" the sound of the door lock. No one came in or left so I went to see what it was. It is a very clear and distinctive sound.
I've known it for years. I figured the roommate was pausing outside-or something. I went to the door to open it, and surprise! it was locked. So I
thought the roomate must have been out some time ago maybe working on the car and decided to lock the door. There were none of the normal accompying
sounds-footfalls down the hall, the swoosh of the door.
He had come in some time hours ago. I found him in his room. I guess he left the door unlocked and something in the house decided to "CLICK" it. I
hope it just were not fully engaged and just decided to fall into place.
I've had things falling off tables and shelves, but I don't think that is odd-I am a pig and a pack rat, piles of clutter just do that.